3:12 am
Well, well, well. We seem to have returned to a sort of comfortable distanced view of the world.
There is a difference between now and before, though. I feel removed enough from the people around
me that I don't feel threatened just talking with complete strangers. This guy in 7-11 walked up to me,
his face painted lawn green. "Hey, how are you doing, man?" is what he said. Normally I wouldn't have
even acknowledged him, but it now seems natural to converse with anybody that is handy. He turned out to
be under the influence of some sort of drug. It was fun to watch his most basic reactions direct his
speech.
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While I was waiting for a bus on my way back from the airport yesterday, it rained. It hasn't been
raining much in the last two weeks, and so I was pretty happy. I like the grey sky and damp streets.
Sun shining on my face doesn't do much to lift my spirits. It closes my eyelids, that's about it.
When I got home I went to sleep and did not wake up until 7 pm.
When I woke up, I was extremely disoriented for some reason. I opened my eyes and saw two big rectangles,
which I interpreted as air vents on a factory floor for some reason. I was apparently stuck to the ceiling
and looking straight down at them. I almost fell out of my bed. Then I realized that I was looking at the
double doors that open to my back yard, and I released my deathgrip on the couch.
I had saved a buttermilk donut from my journey to the airport and back, so I ate that as a sort of
late afternoon breakfast. Then I remembered that I used to have two donuts, and that I hadn't eaten the
second one because the first one made me feel very ill. Sitting very still, as to not upset my stomach,
I drew something which wasn't stonehenge (for once), using photoshop. I drew a part of a swan which appears in a dream I have
every once in a while. I'm not real keen on drawing living things. I think its head might be shaped wrong.
I don't have a real swan to compare it to.
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While I was waiting for a bus on my way back from the airport yesterday, it rained. It hasn't been
raining much in the last two weeks, and so I was pretty happy. I like the grey sky and damp streets.
Sun shining on my face doesn't do much to lift my spirits. It closes my eyelids, that's about it.
When I got home I went to sleep and did not wake up until 7 pm.
When I woke up, I was extremely disoriented for some reason. I opened my eyes and saw two big rectangles,
which I interpreted as air vents on a factory floor for some reason. I was apparently stuck to the ceiling
and looking straight down at them. I almost fell out of my bed. Then I realized that I was looking at the
double doors that open to my back yard, and I released my deathgrip on the couch.